Reading some of the threads that have popped up recently, childhood fears, strange things you've seen and others. It brought to mind some of the bizarre and unexplainable experiences I've had in my wanderings.
The Gypsy part of my name comes from my drive to keep moving, like I'm haunted by a restless soul. In 42 years I've lived in 50 places and more than a dozen states. L.A. to Philly, Bellingham, WA to Iatt Lake, Louisiana. Utah, Colorado, New York, DC, Florida, to name a few.
Louisiana and Utah seem to have an abundance of strange. I can't begin to relate the strange sounds and smells I've experienced in the swamps in North Central Louisiana, but I'm half convinced there's some sort of time machine constantly running in that state.
My brother and I spent most nights fishing when we lived down there. The strange sounds and Moccasins keep you on your toes, gators not so much. Never saw one in the year I was there. But the strangest thing was the loss of time. It's not unusual to loose track of time when fishing, but this was just too consistent and eerie.
Normally we'd hit a lake around 10p and fish aggressively for a hour or so. Then set up some rod holders and relax when the bite would die down, usually around 11-11:30. That's when time would just seem to go away. Next thing we knew it would be 3a. Yeah, I can accept time just sliding by when you're not paying attention or doing something, but this was very consistent and we both noticed it. It was almost always 3 hours, nightly over several months. We finally just decided to write it off as Alien abduction (sans the anal probing) and accepted it. Just weird.
When we were kids growing up in Utah we would drive up to mountain lakes and fish when our parents got home from work during the season. A couple of the lakes were off the road and would take a mile or two hike to get too. One we frequented, Red Lake, was about 2 miles off of a dirt road that came half way up the mountain. We were a good 5 miles from anything when walking into this lake. We always heard wood knocking, like someone hitting a tree with a bat when we were hiking in and out of the lake. The first few time we noticed it, thought it was odd and figured it was just a goat or maybe a rock tumbling down the hillside hitting a log. There were never any comments about it, but I think it made us all uneasy. It always sent a chill up my spine and I suspect it did them as well, because we'd always pick up the pace after hearing a wood knock. Once in a while we would find a log or boulder in the path on the way back (which was usually nearing dark and by finding I mean whoever was in the lead tripping over it) that hadn't been there on the way up. All little things we just tried to ignore in favor of our favorite fishing hole.
Just recently I stumbled on a site with recordings and descriptions that are eerily similar to what we experienced. I wonder if we would have still fished there if we had related them to something like this at the time.
Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization
What kind of weird experiences have you had. I have many more, but I don't want to write a novel here.